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Boy Kavalier is a wreck.
A beautiful wreck, but a wreck nonetheless where he lays cradled against Kirsh's body, head to toes and hips aligned, in all his naked glory. His wriggles teasingly against Kirsh, hungry hole rippling around the Synth's perfectly designed cock. His cheeks, mottled pink, and sweat slicked chest betray his desire, but still he doesn't move where he's propped up by the Synth's knees. Kirsh's fingers twitch, flitting toward Kavalier's hips, but the boy shakes his head, planting a foot soundly against the center of Kirsh's chest before shoving him back against the headboard. "Oh, Kirsh," he croons, voice laced with sarcasm, "You know better than to touch without permission, don't you?"
"I do, Sir," Kirsh replies, fists clenched at his sides as he steadfastly ignores the molten clutch of Kavalier's body, "My apologies."
"That's right. You're here for my pleasure, aren't you? Made for my pleasure," Boy continues, kneading Kirsh's muscular chest with his dexterous toes.
"Yes," Kirsh agrees, "Made for you. Made by you. I - " Kavalier rocks his sinful little hips, arches his back to take Kirsh as deeply as he can. The boy's jaw drops, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Kirsh's cock grinds against his prostate.
"Mmhmm," Kavalier moans, stroking his nimble fingers against his own chest and plucking at his hard, sensitive nipples, "That's why you're so good at this, Kirsh. Because I wanted you to be." Kirsh's circuitry whirs happily beneath his skin and it takes barely any effort at all to redirect additional circulatory fluid to his cock, causing it to swell further and pulse inside his maker. "Fuck," the boy mewls, brow furrowing as he bounces himself in Kirsh's lap.
"I would like to touch you," Kirsh murmurs, dark eyes trained on Kavalier's pretty pink cock and the way it sways with every bounce. The boy licks his lips, eyes dancing as he lifts his foot to press his toes against Kirsh's mouth. He shivers as Kirsh's breath ghosts across the sensitive flesh.
Boy tips his head to the side, calculating. "Touch me here," he says, lips upturned. Kirsh doesn't need to be asked twice. His hands rise from his sides, his left curling around the boy's fine boned ankle while his right cups the slender curves of his foot. Kavalier's cock twitches against his belly and he gasps as Kirsh's soft lips part around his big toe. He slips it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks. The reaction is immediate and Boy tightens around Kirsh's cock as he keens.
Kirsh smirks around the extremity, pleased with eliciting such a reaction from the boy. His grip tightens around Kavalier's foot and he digs the pad of his thumb into the tempting arch. Kirsh releases Kavalier's toe with a lewd, wet pop before nudging it playfully with his nose. "You like this," Kirsh says, rocking his hips up into the boy's.
Boy manages to roll his dark eyes between Kirsh's thrusts, though it lacks his usual conviction. "I wouldn't have asked you to touch me there if I didn't," he replies, punched and haughty. Kirsh tips his head, conceding.
"I suppose what I meant was that I am pleased that my touch can bring you such pleasure."
The boy tries to scoffs, but it's not terribly effective with the way he's blushing and arching into Kirsh's touch. Kirsh narrows his eyes as he nips at the pad of Kavalier's big toe and grinds his hips hard and deep. He watches with satisfaction as the boy's cock kicks and a pearlescent bead of precome drools from the tip. "You don't need to play games here. Not with me," Kirsh says, "I know what you need, Boy. Let me give it to you."
"Oh, do you? And what - ah! What is it I need?"
The boy's heart is racing, pulse and blood pressure elevated and climbing. Kirsh can smell the salty tang of his precome and laves his tongue from heel to toe. "A Daddy," he rumbles.
"Kirsh," he moans whorishly, trembling against the Synth.
"Let me," Kirsh says again.
Boy chews at his bottom lip, considering. Finally, he nods and Kirsh feels a rush go through him. With inhuman speed and strength, Kirsh flips them, pinning Kavalier to the mattress like a butterfly. He pushes until the boy's legs fold and his knees meet his own chest. Like this, Kirsh has a perfect view of Kavalier's ruddy face and complete access to his lovely, sensitive feet. What's more is that he's buried to the hilt inside the exquisite heat of his creator, an unyielding pressure against the boy's prostate.
"D-Daddy," the boy mewls, curls bouncing with every thrust.
Yes, Kirsh's circuitry sings.
Like this, Kirsh feels almost human; as primal, as animal as he's ever felt. He presses an open mouthed kiss to one of the boy's feet and then the other before sucking both big toes into his mouth in tandem. Kavalier howls, hands grappling at Kirsh's broad shoulders for purchase. "I - I've never been with a human," he divulges breathlessly, as though Kirsh could not surmise, cock dragging against his belly beneath the force of Kirsh's thrusts. "How could I ever be with a human after being fucked like this?"
Kirsh releases the boy's toes, hooking his knees over his broad shoulders as he fucks Kavalier harder. Faster. He nips at the boy's jaw, sharp and heady. His power cell is growing warm from the exertion, heat blooming inside his chest. He wonders if Kavalier can feel it. "Fucked like this? Fucked by me," Kirsh growls into the crook of his neck, "Say what you mean, Boy."
"Yes," the boy moans, because it's true. "By you. Only you. Fuck. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come. Daddy!"
"I know," Kirsh croons, "I can feel it. Smell it on you like sea salt." He curls one big hand around the nape of Kavalier's neck and thrusts the other between their bodies. He finds the boy's cock easily, slippery wet and thrumming with his impending release. "Be a good boy now and come for Daddy."
Boy's lithe body goes taut, tight as a bowstring ready to snap. His big, glistening eyes roll back into that infinitely clever head and his lashes flutter as his cock swells impossibly before it pulses hard and he spurts over Kirsh's fingers. Kirsh's sharp jaw drops of its own volition, the sensory feedback of Boy's hole rippling around him absolutely exquisite. His power cell burns, his circuitry whirring louder and a rushing sound fills his ears. "Do you want it?" Kirsh asks, drilling Kavalier into the mattress. He's crying openly now, big fat tears running down his face as he clutches at Kirsh's shoulders, ragged, bitten nails piercing his smooth, synthetic skins.
I'll need repairs, Kirsh thinks distantly as the boy nods up at him eagerly. "I want it," he says, "Fuck. Do it inside, please."
Oh.
Kirsh's rhythm stutters. Inside. He hadn't been expecting that. What a perfect, lovely, filthy boy. Kirsh tells him as much and relishes the way Kavalier's body tightens impossibly around his hard cock. The white circuitry fluid is already redirecting itself and warmth begins to bloom in Kirsh's belly. "Boy," Kirsh moans as his cock swells and then pulses, flooding Kavalier's insides with rope after rope of deliciously warm fluid. Now, Kirsh doesn't experience orgasm the way that humans do, but the sensory feedback is good and Boy's soft whimpers of Thank you, Daddy do more for Kirsh's satisfaction than physical touch ever could.
Kirsh shifts Boy's knees gently off of his shoulders and can't quite stop himself from pressing a chaste little kiss onto the curve of his cheek as his cock softens, circuitry fluid rerouting itself back to higher functions. "Better?" he asks.
Kavalier moans luxuriously and nods.
Kirsh slips a dexterous hand between them and strokes gently over Boy's perineum and puffy, pink hole. It quivers and a small gush of fluid follows. "Do you want the plug, sweetheart? Keep me inside you for the rest of the day?"
Kavalier shivers, arching into the Synth's touch. He gives a thoughtful little hum. "No. No, I have important things to do today and I can't afford to be...distracted."
"Ah. And having my come stoppered inside of you would be distracting?" Kirsh queries placidly, but his eyes are playful.
"Circuitry fluid," Kavalier corrects, annoyed as he blushes and averts his gaze. "The answer is no. Now, clean me up," he demands, spreading his fine, trembling thighs.
"As you wish," Kirsh replies, slipping seamlessly down the boy's body and onto his chest between those sinful little legs. Aborted complaints of not like that and excuses tumble from Kavalier's lips, but Kirsh ignores them, the same way he ignores Boy's thighs closing around his head. "Just following orders, Sir," he mumbles, kissing down the underside of Kavalier's sticky cock and smooth balls until his mouth finds what it's looking for. Kirsh has no human qualms about what he's about to do and suctions his lips around Kavalier's fucked out hole.
The boy squeals, arching into Kirsh's touch despite himself. "Oh, fuck," he cries as Kirsh sucks and slurps at the mess he's made. Kirsh doesn't need to breathe, but Kavalier's legs are getting in the way, so he uses his synthetic strength to throw them over his shoulders and and spreads the boy open further with his hands. Circuitry fluid gushes from Kavalier's hole onto his tongue and Kirsh moans. He's never bothered to taste himself before, and it does very little for him, but he likes the sounds his ministrations are pulling from Kavalier's throat.
Kirsh glances up to find the boy's desperate little cock thickening up against his belly and grins wickedly against Kavalier's hole. He reaches for the boy's cock only to his hand swatted away. "I - I have a meeting, Kirsh. Fuck. Kirsh," he whines urgently. He does have a meeting, Kirsh can see the appointment flit across his field of vision. "We - we can't. We don't have time."
"You have approximately 43 minutes and 15 seconds before your next scheduled meeting," Kirsh mumbles against his skin. He laps at the boy's entrance a few times before fucking his tongue back inside. He can hear Kavalier's heart rate begin to climb at the suggestion. Smell the arousal on his skin. "More than enough time for me to make you come again," he says, sounding absolutely certain. He licks into Kavalier's gaping hole, savoring the little whimpers that spill past his lips. "More than enough time to make you come twice, I should think."
"You're a menace," Boy mewls, arching into Kirsh's talented mouth despite himself.
"And was that not by your own design?" Kirsh teases, stopping only when Kavalier goes suspiciously still against him.
"No," Boy says softly, looking down at him as he reaches to stroke Kirsh's hair, "No, that wasn't me."
Kirsh blinks up at him, circuitry buzzing. What a curious feeling. He must pause for too long because Boy slaps him then on the cheek to get his attention. Kavalier nods toward the clock on the wall, curls bouncing. "Twice, you said?" he asks, still trembling and oversensitive, but never one to back down from a challenge. Kirsh nods, mouth glistening with synthetic saliva and circuitry fluid. "Well, you have 40 minutes and 25 seconds. You had better get to work. Daddy."
Kirsh grins into the inside of Kavalier's thigh.
"As you wish."